Elizabeth and Henrietta

Restricted: I believe this a tasteful approach to a sex scene, so therefore does not qualify as X-rated.

Submitted:Sep 28, 2011
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Elizabeth was a lot older than me, maybe twenty years or a bit
less, but even still I found myself really attracted to her.
Probably because I knew she was a lesbian, or at least, that was
what I had heard. She and her husband had divorced because of
it, apparently. As much as I didn't care for gossip, and knew of
the unlikely validity of it, I couldn't help myself holding on to
this sacred piece of information as though it were an absolute,
definite truth. While she crossed my mind rather a lot of the
time, it wasn't an obsession that hindered my social life with my
friends or family at all, so I didn't think much of it. Just a
small crush, or perhaps an admiration for a successful,
accomplished, incredibly chic, wildly attractive… I rested my
head on my hand dreamily. Where was I heading? Oh that's right,
it was just a small admiration for a woman. So maybe she
occupied my thoughts more than I liked to admit. Tony approached
me, with my iced tea on a tray.

"There you go, Henrietta. How is the essay going?"

I stared at him blankly, then remembered that, in fact, I had
come to the café to study, and had informed him of this earlier.

He saw the document open on my laptop screen.

It boasted two words. Henrietta Cherry.

"A good start," he joked, "Pity you don't get marks for that."

"Maybe I should go home and do it," I confessed.

I had really come down for an excuse to get away from the
constant pestering to study from my parents.

I sipped at my iced tea absently.

When I had finished, I folded my laptop shut and packed it away.
I went up to the counter and thanked Tony.

He came over and started chattering to me about some new range of
iced teas they were thinking of introducing and whether or not I
thought people would be interested.

I nodded and said that I thought it was a splendid idea, then
farewelled him and went to my car.

As I was pulling out, I noticed Elizabeth's car pull up on the
other side of the road.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! I should have stayed in there a
while longer! Tony and Elizabeth were good friends, so she
would have been visiting him. I cursed myself, but had to drive
onwards, I couldn't turn back and say I'd forgotten something.
Too obvious. She'd have seen me look at her. Or something. She
would definitely know. Definitely.

***

I had moved in next door to her about a year ago, yet I never saw
her. She was always at university, barely home at all. I had no
idea what had come over me lately. Well, of course I knew. It
was ever since I had split up with Gary. I had been having this
sudden surge of emotional and hormonal activity. Or whatever it
was. I had finally come out to my husband after years of feeling
suppressed and now… now I was free to explore. Something I
should have done years and years ago. Perhaps this was why this
girl appealed to me. Maybe I wanted someone youthful, someone
naïve, someone unbound by the restraints of a career, of a
family, of a relationship. She had seemed straight at first,
but… well… I may have been imagining it, but whenever she saw me
she would blush in the most adorable way. I suppose I could say
that I wanted her. Hopelessly. Just once. I wanted something
out of the ordinary. Just one passionate, impossible affair.
Just one. This fantasy had overwhelmed me, to the extent that I
had informed Tony to text me whenever she was at his café. Just
so I could get a table there and observe her reaction when she
saw me. Would she come up to me and talk to me politely, as
neighbours? Would she glance up at me every now and then, and
look away bashfully if our eyes met? Would she smile at me
knowingly, with mutual desire? Would she stride up to my table
confidently, take my head in her hands and kiss me? Obviously I
was heading into the realm of ridiculous unlikelihood, but I just
couldn't help myself. What harm is a fantasy, anyway?

My phone beeped.

I swiped it off the bench eagerly.

"The duck sits," it said.

I smiled and grabbed my keys. On second thought, I decided to
get changed into something else, my gardening clothes weren't
succeeding with the weeds, let alone with girls.

I put on some clothes that said, "Exotic, but definitely casual."

I drove into town and pulled into a park opposite the café, but
as I braked, I saw Henrietta drive off in the direction that I
had just come. I caught her eye for a split second, but it
wasn't long enough to analyse.

I hit my hands on the steering wheel.

Shit! I thought.

Well. Now I had to hang around town for a while so as not to
return embarrassingly quickly. Tony looked at me out the window
apologetically and shrugged.

This sort of thing had happened to me far too many times, and I
was tired of it.

I moped around town buying unnecessary groceries and flicking
through boring celebrity magazines. I purchased a gardening one
in the end, after spotting a picture of some climbing roses that
I thought might look nice in my own garden. I headed back up to
the house.

***

"Why don't we ever have Elizabeth over for dinner?" I asked
bravely. Every time I asked, I was sure Mum was getting more and
more suspicious. But I was certain that the reason Mum didn't
want her over was because she didn't think I'd be comfortable
having an older lesbian woman around. I tried to make a point by
asking, proving that of course it didn't bother me! It was quite
the opposite. Maybe that's what Mum feared. That made me
annoyed in a way, why could I not be involved with who I wanted
to be? What harm would it do to converse with her over dinner
anyway? Honestly!

"I've had her over for afternoon tea."

She was avoiding the question.

I turned the page of the newspaper casually, as though it wasn't
bothering me.

I noticed that the movie Dad wanted to see was on that
night.
"Hey, Dad, Incendies is on at seven tonight."

He looked up perkily, and suggested that the three of us go. Mum
was keen, and, sensing an opportunity, I put on my best
disappointed face and said, "I really have to finish this essay
though."

Then quickly added, "But you two should go! Like a date or
something."

Mum and Dad looked at each other.

"Come on, please?" pleaded Dad.

Mum smiled, "Oh alright, it sounds like a really good film."

"Yes, a good write-up," I encouraged.

***

There was a knock on my door.

I looked at the clock, it was 7.30pm. Who on earth would that be
at this time of night? Tony finished work hours ago, so it
wouldn't be him.

I approached the door. I opened it and my insides started doing
backflips. It was Henrietta.
"I - I just made a hot drink and the dairy shut half an hour ago,
and I don't have any milk. I was wondering if it would be a
massive hassle to borrow some? If you have any. And if that's
okay."

"Sure, sure, I'll grab some."

I headed to the kitchen and realised I'd left her standing in the
door way.
"You can come in, sorry!"

I opened the fridge and stared into it. Without turning around,
I called, "Is low-fat okay?"

A "yes" came from close behind me. She had followed me into the
kitchen. My breathing quickened, and I was sure I could hear
hers.

Still gazing into the fridge, I asked, "You aren't really here
for milk, are you?"

"Not really," she said.

***

Elizabeth turned from the fridge and shut it behind her. I still
wasn't sure what she wanted. Did she want me? I took a daring
step forward, keeping my eyes locked with hers. I tried to
puzzle out her reaction, but she kept her face emotionless. I
was sure I had made myself obvious enough by now, so I waited for
a response.

"This isn't a good idea," she said, very unconvincingly.

"No," I agreed. Then I smiled naughtily and shrugged. "So what
should we do about this very bad idea?" I had her. I knew it.

Elizabeth walked up to me and traced the buttons on my shirt,
starting from the bottom. When she reached my chin, she stroked
it delicately. She lifted her hand into my hair and twirled it
around her fingers, all the while never taking her eyes from
mine.

"I think this is what we should do about it," she said, and
kissed me, just softly, before withdrawing slightly. We lingered
there, our faces close.

"My parents will be out for another hour," I stated.

At this, she pressed up against me and pushed me into the living
room, onto the sofa. She knelt over me, a leg on either side,
then slowly straddled me. I pulled on her shirt, drawing her
face to mine, and we kissed. She kissed well. Her tongue seemed
to read mine perfectly; her lips caressed my lips effortlessly.
I unbuttoned her shirt which allowed me to slip my hands around
her waist. I held her firmly there for a while, then stroked my
left hand around towards her belly button. A circled it, teasing
her, then headed down. Just before I reached the waistband of
her pants, I undid the buttons and pulled them off. She climbed
out of them in desperation, and they were flung to the floor. I
picked up where I had left off, just above her knickers. Then I
stroked the inside of her upper thigh, getting dangerously close,
but never close enough. She was getting impatient, I could tell.
I stopped teasing, and slipped my hand down the front of her
briefs. I was surprised to find there was no hair there. I
looked up at her and she looked back with a wicked smile, and
kissed me again. I began pleasuring her and she moaned. I
decided I would change the dynamics, and slowly, gently, pulled
her around below me. I increased the intensity, and her back
arched as she pressed her body into mine. I had no idea where my
skirt had gone, but it certainly wasn't on me. Both of our lower
halves were essentially naked, and our skin touching intimately.
I pulled off her briefs and lowered my mouth onto her. I worked
to the best of my ability, I was determined for her to remember
this night. I wanted to impress her, I wanted to take her beyond
any world she'd ever been in, fantasy or no. I seemed to be
doing pretty well, as she climaxed with a pillow-muffled scream.
She immediately reclaimed her domineering position and fiercely
returned the pleasure. She had definitely been with another
woman, it was easy to tell. I cried out in pleasurable pain, and
I grabbed the pillow she had been using to help quiet my cries.
She knew what she was doing, and I came more quickly than I would
have liked. It didn't matter, she smiled at me and kissed me.
When she lay down beside me and I wrapped my arms around her,
somehow I felt like I was looking after her, like she was the one
who needed care. Even though she was older.

***

Henrietta held me, and I stared into her eyes. At first, I had
just wanted one night with her, but now… Her soft brown eyes
spoke volumes. She was incredibly mature, and it would feel
wrong to toss her aside. I didn't want to, in any case. I
stroked her cheek and she smiled and pressed her lips to my
forehead. For the first time in a long time, I felt cared for,
and I felt like I cared for her back. I nestled my head beneath
her chin and closed my eyes. Her skin was smooth and supple, and
she was wearing an unobtrusive floral perfume. She made me want
to spend days at the beach with her in oversized linen shirts and
long, floaty dresses with hair billowing in the crisp, salty air.
She made me feel young and fearless. I wanted to tell her how I
had been trying to be around her for a long time, but it all
seemed silly now. She broke the silence with a velveteen
whisper.

"I'll have to go soon…" she sounded apologetic. She pulled me
closer; held me tighter.

I choked slightly as I said, "Will I see…?"

"Of course, if that's what you want," she breathed, as she traced
my spine with the tip of her finger.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"This. You," she replied. She pulled away and looked into my
eyes. "I would really like to be with you," she said sincerely.

I nodded. There were obstacles ahead, I could see it, but
Henrietta was worth the fight.

She withdrew herself from our embrace, apologising profusely. I
watched her put her clothes on. She brushed her shirt to
straighten it out then sighed. She looked up at me. "You are a
striking woman, Elizabeth," she said, and flushed pink as she
said it.

I wanted to melt.

I stood up and buttoned up my shirt so that it covered my body.
I took her in my arms and kissed her goodnight. She walked
towards the door, but before she opened it, she turned to me and
gave me one last smile. Then she was gone. Well, she was just
next door. The girl next door. I would have laughed,
if I weren't already starting to fall in love with her.